Profits on the exchange are the treasures of goblins.
All right, then, I'll say it: Dante makes me sick.
Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as 'tis today.
Harmony is pure love, for love is a concerto.
Without love, the world itself would not survive.
But life is short: while one lives, everything is lacking; when one is dead, everything is superfluous.